Tarzan sends a text

Before entering the limo, I check my phone. There, I find a message:

'Tarzan here u wanna hang out? Im free now'

'sure'

'any of the other girls wanna join us?'

'nope you're all mine >:)'

'suit urself meet me at the van around the back'

'wait can u send a selfie??'

'sure'

Tarzan sends me a photo of himself in the mirror standing side on, his 'tree-trunk' standing to attention. That curved cock of his is surely a contender for Sandy's little game of big cocks.

"You coming?" Meghan says from the seat of the limo.

"Sorry girls, but I've got a date with Tarzan." I show her the photo of my new, well-hung lover.

"Ohh, you naughty bitch." Meghan then lets out a playful giggle. "Have fun."

With an ear to ear smile, I say "I sure will."

Now the girls know where I'll be, I head around to the back of the club. As I walk, I activate my little friend so I can warm up for my date with Tarzan. Eventually, I arrive behind the club, where I find Tarzan. He's leaning against his van, wearing a trench coat and hopefully not much else.

"Hey Morgan." He flashes a cocky smile, knowing he has me hook line and sinker.

"Hey. Is it fine to call you Tarzan?"

"Absolutely." He then opens the back of his van, revealing the mattress waiting inside of it. "In fact, you're going to be screaming my name right here."

My jaw drops upon hearing his bold proposal. Surely he's not going to fuck me right here, behind the club. I mean, there's still plenty of people inside, and I'm sure that cock of his will have me screaming if we dare to do it here.

The mere thought of doing such a rash thing has my pussy throbbing.